Novels by Mercylove

The car came to a smooth stop in front of an elegant bridal boutique with tall glass windows and fresh white flowers decorating the entrance. I stared at the building for a few seconds before turning to Eleanor. "This place looks expensive." Eleanor smiled warmly. "It is, but don't let that scare you. Today is about finding the dress that makes you feel like yourself." I nodded, though my hands were already beginning to sweat. The moment we stepped inside, several assistants greeted Eleanor with bright smiles, clearly recognizing her. "Mrs. Brooks, welcome back," one of them said politely. "We've prepared everything just as you requested." Eleanor thanked them before gently placing a hand on my shoulder. "This is Miss Aria Bennett. She'll be choosing her wedding dress today." Every pair of eyes turned toward me. I forced a polite smile, suddenly feeling self-conscious.One of the assistants led us into a large fitting room while another rolled in a rack filled with beautifu

Aria's POVThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently pulling me from sleep. For the first time in weeks, I had slept peacefully. Maybe it was because of my conversation with Dante the night before. Although he hadn't answered all my questions, somehow talking to him had eased the uncertainty in my heart. I got dressed and made my way downstairs, following the delicious smell of breakfast. The mansion was already alive with activity. Housekeepers moved through the hallways, while the guards outside carried out their morning routine. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were supposed to do.As I stepped into the dining room, Dante was already seated at the table, reading a document while sipping his coffee. He looked up when he heard my footsteps. "Good morning, Aria." A small smile appeared on my face. "Good morning." Martha served breakfast before quietly leaving the room, giving us some privacy. For a few minutes, we ate in silence. Surprisin

Aria's POVI stepped into the study, and Dante quietly closed the door behind me. The room was warm despite the cool night outside. A soft lamp illuminated the wooden desk while shelves filled with books stretched across one wall. Everything was neat and organized, just like him. I stood awkwardly near the door until he gestured toward the sofa. "Sit." I nodded and sat down. He walked to a small cabinet, poured two cups of hot tea, and placed one in front of me. "Thank you," I said softly. He took the seat opposite me, his calm eyes resting on mine. "You said you couldn't sleep." I wrapped my hands around the warm cup and smiled faintly. "Too many things happened today. I closed my eyes, but my mind refused to rest." Dante nodded as if he understood exactly how I felt. "You'll get used to this place." I looked around the study before shaking my head. "I'm not sure I will. Two days ago, I was worrying about my brother's hospital bills. Now I'm living in a mansion and prepari

Aria's POV The drive back to the mansion was unusually quiet. I rested my head lightly against the car window, watching the city lights blur into long streaks of gold and white. My mind refused to leave the events of the evening behind. Dante's mother had made it painfully clear that she didn't approve of me, and the rest of the family had watched me as though I didn't belong there. Yet through it all, Dante never left my side. Every time someone questioned me or made me uncomfortable, he answered before I had the chance to defend myself. I still couldn't understand why he was doing all this for me. We had only known each other for two days, yet he treated me as though protecting me was the most natural thing in the world. After several minutes of silence, Dante finally spoke. "You handled yourself well tonight." I turned to look at him. "I was terrified." A faint smile appeared on his lips. "You didn't show it." I let out a quiet laugh. "My grandmother

I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds singing outside the window. For a few seconds, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, trying to remember where I was. Then everything from the previous night came rushing back. The warehouse. Dante's proposal. The attack on the mansion. The wound on his shoulder. And the strange words he had whispered while sleeping. I've been looking for you for so long. I sat up slowly, remembering the way he had held my wrist as if he was afraid I would disappear. The words had sounded so real, so full of emotion, but I still couldn't understand them. How could Dante Moretti, a man I had only met yesterday, say something like that? Maybe he was only dreaming. That had to be the explanation. I pushed the thought away and got ready for the day. The clothes prepared for me were beautiful, but I still felt strange wearing something so expensive. I was used to simple dresses and old shoes, not designer outfits chosen by someone else. Look

The sound of gunfire finally faded, leaving an eerie silence throughout the mansion. I stood beside Martha near the staircase, my eyes fixed on the entrance. Every passing second felt painfully slow. The guards remained alert, their weapons still drawn as they waited for their boss to return. I clasped my hands together, trying to remain calm. Dante was the Mafia King. He had probably survived situations far worse than this. Even so, I couldn't stop wondering if he was hurt.The front doors swung open.Several bodyguards entered first, creating a path for Dante as he walked inside. His steps were steady, his expression as unreadable as ever, but my attention was immediately drawn to the dark stain spreading across the shoulder of his black shirt.Blood.Without thinking, I walked toward him."You're hurt."Dante glanced at his shoulder before looking back at me."It's only a scratch."I frowned."That's